ieces on to better lure a buyer, some simply draw in black ink on nonsized, unfinisroke of color.”

    “tent as content could be and talented as talent er Osman. “o  o  Effendi.“ But ’s been six days, and  to be found anywhere. he’s plain disappeared.”

    “ such?” I said.

    “Butterfly, Olive, Stork and Elegant, ters ices, no  Our Sultan’s be,” said Master Osman.

    tly came about so tably on tivities ire an  arranged for a special urists in tyard; rat t  occurred to me t te’s book, I fell silent. to er Osman making insinuations?

    “Nuri Effendi,” o a pale and er, “present Our Master Black ual of Our Sultan’s bimonts to turists’ atelier during t exciting time ly folloranspired at the

    reasurer; Lokman, tic Cer Osman, tor, Our Sultan  any given moment: er miniaturists,  alloo accomplis saddened me t t  of trated, to er Osman often disappeared in a cloud of indignation and ers knoterfly, Olive, Stork and Elegant  an no longer ic like a co many miniaturists, Nuri Effendi  er of . Not in vain, able becoming tention to w o we page.

    And so I eagerly be time tivities, an’s prince. ill in Persia, I ories about ty-tanbul, icipated, indeed at a time  event  being prepared.

    In t picture placed before me, fixed in te Ibraan, tivities in t bespoke isfaction.

    so detailed as to permit one to distinguisures alone, ly and  side of ture san on t, tatar, Frankisian ambassadors standing in t sultans, tily and carelessly and focused on noticular besi